They opened the front door to the apartment, Matsuri scraping into the knob with her key. Harumi pushed it open, reaching her hand above the shorter girl in her excitement. She was a little too brazen right now, nervous about what might happen. Things were going fast, and she was afraid and full of energy.

"Wow, Matsuri! So, this is where you live, huh? A spacious apartment like this? What about your parents?"

Matsuri looked down coldly, "I don't ever see them anymore. I was lucky to get their attention to pay for this apartment."

"Oh." Harumi blushed, she would have to try to be a little nicer and walk more cautiously from now on.

"Alright Matsuri, I understand. It's not a big deal to me but it's a big deal to you." She put her arm around Matsuri's shoulder, but the pink haired girl brushed it off to go make tea.

"Do you want something to eat, Harumi? Rice and miso soup is all I have, I haven't gone to the store in weeks."

"Sure! I'll help! What do you need?"

"No, no, no," replied Matsuri, "guests sit on the sofa and wait. Watch TV or take a tour, today is too special not for me to treat my first and only guest."

Harumi stared in concern but consented. It was Matsuri's place after all. She wandered around the apartment, noting how empty and thrown together the it was. Matsuri hadn't spent any time making it into a home or personalizing anything. Barren white plaster walls, a bed, pink clock, one sloppy TV with a couple channels on it. She couldn't believe Matsuri lived like this.

She waltzed into the bedroom, finding her way like a lost puppy. There wasn't a lot to do here except haunt the place, there was an apple computer, her phone, a picture of her parents when they were together, looking happy but faking it for all she knew. Harumi felt sad inside, now she knew why Matsuri was always teasing her for attention. There was barely a picture of a friend here. There was a picture of Yuzu in a photo booth, and the same one she had at home with the whole group, Nene, Yuzu and her.

She felt dispirited in this barren room. She realized how lucky she had been to have a home and siblings to go to after school every day. She wanted to make Matsuri feel less of the hurt she was feeling. It was all too much to bear and overwhelming her, the frigid emotions of this place. She stopped herself from crying, Matsuri lived a hard life.

She rushed over to the kitchen and smelled the things Matsuri called a meal, steamed rice and miso paste. Matsuri was watching a timer while Harumi approached her from behind. She hugged her arms around her stomach. The pink haired girl was wearing a cute apron and looked so serious trying to get the food right.

Matsuri was surprised but not shocked, warming to the idea after a moment. After all, they had done more at the movies, but in this place, it felt like a revelation, electric. "Harumi," Matsuri sighed, and she hugged tighter, a bit below her belly button. She put her head on Matsuri's shoulder, "Can you kiss me? Please?" Harumi said in a faint voice. Matsuri turned around and put her hands around Harumi's hips. She looked up to the taller girl and allowed herself into a kiss. They sucked deeply into each other, mouths open in a slutty way, not knowing exactly where to take it. There was more in this kiss than Matsuri had expected, almost a desperation, different emotions. Matsuri broke it off in a hurry. She didn't know why it felt different, maybe it was the place. "What is it?" she said with an uncomfortable smirk.

"This apartment, everything reeks of sadness here," said Harumi. Matsuri looked around uneasily, she was so used to this existence that she'd never thought about it before. "Yeah…" Harumi touched her right hand to Matsuri's cheek, holding her other hand to her hip, "This place sucks, yeah?" Matsuri turned around. "I'm used to it, it's where I live I guess. I do school work here and otherwise sleep."

Harumi hugged her quickly, "I just can't imagine you living in a place like this by yourself every night. No parents or anybody." She nuzzled her nose into her neck, "I felt bad and had to hug you. I shouldn't ever look down on you, but this isn't right."

Matsuri slipped off to check the egg timer and miso soup. "I guess it's my home. My parents are divorced and they do whatever they want to do with whoever they want. So do I."

Harumi stood there gazing at the girl, "Yes," she replied with a wincing smile. Harumi felt like she might have gone too far and hugged her again.

"Sleep with me tonight." Harumi was stunned, Matsuri had come right out and said it. She wasn't surprised after spending five minutes in this ghastly apartment. She must've been lonely for so long. This was a human being she could help, she wanted to caress her from the bottom of her heart. Harumi exhaled, "I will, I promise."

Matsuri looked up to her while being cradled in her arms, feeling content and mystified by the whole day. She needed human touch and was getting a lot of it which made her feel playful and spunky. "Thanks," she smiled.

Harumi left Matsuri to cook dinner, noticing that her friend looked perkier and happier. She sat on the couch looking at her phone, there were no text messages or new photos. She looked through old ones of Yuzu, feeling somewhat melancholy. Ten minutes later she heard Matsuri say, "It's ready!" from the small kitchenette. They ate but it wasn't much, one or two plates, just enough to get by. Matsuri's diet was already less substantial than Harumi's so picking at whatever she had made was slightly miserable. They ate in peace, neither wanted to ruin the expectations of what might come after, and feeling generally impulsive.

When they were done, they helped each other clean up. They hardly saying a word in the growing excitement. Harumi eventually broke the silence, "Matsuri, do you have to study tonight or anything?"

"No Haru, I can leave all that for tomorrow. Tonight is special, there's more important things than homework for a young, growing girl."

"I agree," Harumi replied casually.

Matsuri led her friend by the wrist and planted her on the couch in the living room. It was grey and disheveled, not something Matsuri chose herself, but soft and comfy, and big. Matsuri sat next to Harumi, then scooted closer until they could feel each other's body heat. Harumi was enjoying Matsuri taking the lead. The pink haired girl began investigating the body next to her with her playful hands. Being within Matsuri's orbit was enthralling, she wasn't used to having her body figured out like this. She was hesitant to act herself because of her lack of experience.

"Can I you lay down?" asked Matsuri.

"Sure." Harumi laid back while Matsuri straddled her waist, climbing on top of her like a merchant marine in the field of battle. Harumi smiled feeling Matsuri picking the spots she liked most. Matsuri bent down, hands on Harumi's shoulders for support, and started kissing her neck with small laps of her tongue. Harumi went wild and moaned. The passion in her burst open, unlocked by another body for the first time. She radiated from the heat and soft wetness of the tongue as it slid around her long neck and jawline. She felt coy about this stuff, she was glad the pink haired girl was taking all of the advantage. Her internal temperature rose from all of the advances.

Matsuri bathed Harumi in long licks, nuzzling, pecking and sucking at everything above her uniform. She had longed to feel Harumi's body and lay waste to it. She had opined for the proportions of her, the larger exaggerated features compared to herself. Her neckline and collarbone had always been amazing, it was one of the first things that had attracted her when they met at that McDonalds so long ago. Harumi had smeared ketchup on her and it perked her right up. Enjoying Harumi like a snack was nothing short of incredible. She was a 6-layer chocolate cake and Matsuri was going to enjoy it very slowly. She liked the idea of a partner with a size differential, it felt equal to her value of herself and what she wanted.

Conquering Harumi's physical form was a lot of fun. She got lost thinking about how she would come to know Harumi better, her personal quirks, hates and likes. She wanted to know what annoyed her, what she enjoyed. Matsuri had no idea what her passions were. Their relationship had started from a physical level after a long period of antipathy and mixed friendship. Theirs was a weird cocktail of barely getting along and intensely wanting the other.

Matsuri could tell Harumi had had enough. She was grimacing through it now, all the stimulation was too much. Her face was blotchy. The way she got turned on was just right, a prim lady who had been drinking tea in her boudoir now prostrate to her advances.

She sat on top of Harumi and bent closer, almost whispering to her with her breath, waiting for Harumi to notice the contact had stopped. Harumi looked up and was shocked at Matsuri's hungry eyes, daring her after having waiting so long for this. Their bodies were twisted into this new form, connected at the hip in the sexiest way.

Matsuri grinned, "Hey, Harumin," she said playfully, tracing her finger down the left side of her neck.

"Hey," Harumi replied exhausted. They kissed with tongues, dancing in their mouths, slobbering out of tiredness. Matsuri pecked Harumi's jawbone, under and over, then her ear lobe. Finally, she pricked the tips of her ears with the tip of her tongue, her eyelid, forehead and cheeks. Harumi responded to it very well encouraging with the internal sounds emanating in her lust-lorn body. Matsuri always liked Harumi's face, the structure of it protruding out of that long neck. The pink haired girl brushed Harumi's hair and took out the hair pin fastening it together. It was now just loose tendrils and strands. She weaved the strands lovingly.

"I've wanted to touch you like this for so long it hurts, but I guess I never realized it. This burning attraction." She stroked the side of her face, "My gyaru girlfriend." Harumi shut her eyes at Matsuri's fingers, they knew what they were doing. Matsuri was creative in how she loved.

Harumi grabbed Matsuri's hip, "It's nice having a cute girl on top of me. I feel comfortable knowing the doctor has my best interests at heart." They smiled at each other knowingly. What should they do now? They were lost in the serene look of each other's eyes.

Matsuri hadn't gone this far with anyone like this before, how was she to begin unraveling her prize without scaring Harumi about the prospect of what she wanted to do?

She thought for a second, "Harumin, we've been friends for a while, you know?"

"Yeah," she replied, barely acknowledging her.

"I want to see them." Harumi looked up with surprised, "Huh?" Matsuri cleared her throat, "I want to see the girls. Badly." Harumi froze, then her eyes bulged, "You mean my breasts?" Matsuri looked down shamefacedly, "Yes. I've wanted to see them and touch them since the first day we met." Matsuri looked away.

Harumi smirked, "Naughty girl. Alright, if that's what'll get you off." She began unbuttoning her shirt, but Matsuri stopped her. "Can I do it, please?" Matsuri had an honest look like a dog asking for cookies. "Of course!" Harumi laid back on her elbows, as Matsuri's candy gloss nails slid under her skirt and untucked her shirt. She began unbuttoning. She helped Harumi get the shirt off, supporting her while while the sleeves came off.

Matsuri rubbed her hands over Harumi's breasts while still in her bra, then reached around and undid the clasp. Matsuri loosened the straps around the shoulders. Harumi's real live breasts became exposed and they were a wonder to behold.

Here they were in all their glory, the body that was all Matsuri had thought about for the longest time. She played with and touched them, like a kitty who had found her new toy. She checked their firmness, satisfied at their shape, sagging off the side with their weight. She started rubbing the nipples with her thumbs and Harumi moaned. It felt so amazing Harumi could have fainted, it was so much attention to her body that she wasn't at all used to. She got lost in the pleasure as Matsuri began to run her tongue around her nipples in circles, blowing on them, sucking on them, licking and groping. Today was a good day.

Matsuri sucked on one nipple a bit too hard and Harumi admonished her, but otherwise she couldn't move. The feeling Matsuri was producing had the amazing effect of sinking her into a chasm of pleasure. The pink haired girl looked up from her work. Harumi had taken all the abuse and hadn't batted an eye, her arm slung over her face now, lost in it all. "It must've felt good," Matsuri said.

Harumi responded lazily, "Mmh," barely able to make words.

Matsuri rubbed her thumbs in concentric circles around the nipples and asked her friend, "Harumin, how did it all feel Did you like it?"

"Yessh," she replied.

"I'm going to pull off your pants now, OK?" Harumi looked down at the girl, and in lethargic tones, tongue choking in her throat, acceded.

Matsuri, with help from Harumi, pulled her skirt down to her knees, revealing cotton white panties with a floral pattern rim. Matsuri patted in the triangular space between legs and stomach, making Harumi laugh watching her cute childlike actions. Matsuri got greedy, she reached her hands around Harumi's fleshy hips and in under the straps around her waist, "Lift up your butt."

Harumi did and they came off in one big pull. Harumi was naked now. Her body was staring Matsuri in the face, driving her bonkers. She was caught up in the spectacle of it all. This bigger girl, with her bigger body, splayed out in front of her with those big breasts and what was between her legs. Harumi's genitals were just…there. She sniffed close to them and immediately became dizzy.

The full nakedness of Harumi's body was distracting. Matsuri could barely function. She had never been this far with and this body was perplexing. What to do? How to do? Harumi blushed to her chest when she realized she was being stared at. Matsuri licked her chops, not having any conceivable notion of where to start.

Harumi hugged her breasts, feeling exposed now and not knowing what to do about the pause in the action. Maybe things had gone a bit far now, she thought.

Matsuri was drooling now. She was eyeing all that Harumi was at that moment with so much lasciviousness it was becoming awkward. This girl was laying naked on her couch in her apartment, legs opened in a distraught fashion showing everything to Matsuri. Her entire anatomy was spread like a buffet. It was a dream come true, a life goal.

"I'm going to get naked too," she said seductively, still in awe of the presence of a naked Harumi. She stood up and her friend watched as in the daintiest way possible, Matsuri stripped off her uniform for her. Her head was on her elbow and she just smirked and enjoyed the show. Matsuri unclipped her bra and slid the straps off. She threw it at Harumi's face and Harumi just rolled her eyes. Matsuri had little lumps of breasts with pink nipples and Harumi thought they were cute. Matsuri sauntered in the middling of the apartment, gracefully making stroke after stroke to remove her clothing. She undid her skirt and to Harumi's satisfaction, pulled down her panties, revealing brown hair and bare scantily clad legs.

Harumi liked what she saw and smiled a toothy smile. She quite liked the way Matsuri looked in the nude and felt a fervent desire rise. She had thought little about sex or kissing on the way to the apartment but now, looking down at what she was about to get do, she felt like she wanted to hold Matsuri for a long time.

"Turn around," asked Harumi. Matsuri twirled. "I like your body as well, come here." Harumi sat up and hugged Matsuri, "Is this what you dreamed of?" Matsuri looked uncomfortable for a moment, naked in her living room and all, and narrowed her eyes erotically down at Harumi's breasts, "I think so," she plaintively said.

She pushed Harumi onto the couch again and straddled her waist. She bent down and they kissed and rubbed, touching each other's naked bodies. Matsuri looked for every erogenous zone while Harumi's hands playfully ran over Matsuri's back, neck, ass, hips and legs, searching for the spot that would get a rise out of the other girl. They felt each other out for twenty minutes, getting sweaty from the contact and licking and acting as slutty as possible. They were enthralled by the combination of their naked bodies for the first time.

They both suddenly felt tired and Matsuri lay down and spooned Harumi on one side of the couch. They lay naked, Matsuri having swung an arm and leg over the top of Harumi. The cool air wore down the thrall that had just taken place, neutralizing the body heat. They hugged, hand linked in hand. They felt comfortable, not ashamed of what had just occurred. Proud even.

"We could make a million dollars on the street with a movie of this," commented Matsuri. "We sure would," confirmed Harumi. Matsuri kissed along Harumi's side, her neck, breasts and stomach.

"Can we call this a relationship?" asked Matsuri. Harumi hugged her closer, they were breast to breast on their sides. Harumi brushed pink hair from her friend's face. She kissed her girlfriend's forehead slowly, "I'd like that, Matsuri," she winked. Matsuri got emotional, the baggage of loneliness was suddenly lifted. "You're braver than I thought, Harumi," she searched in her eyes, "I didn't think I'd ever bag you like this, you're my trophy on top of other trophies."

Harumi smirked, "Bagged me? You haven't done that until we go to the bedroom for real." A brow raised from Matsuri's eye, she blushed throughout her entire body, this time she was the one caught off guard. This big, naked girl's body mights soon be in her bed. Her bed would smell like Harumi and she would never want to clean her sheets again. The place where she slept every night would have the reminiscences of Harumi sweaty, naked body from now on.

Even when she would eventually leave, she would imagine Harumi on whatever side of the bed she chose. It was a big step, this woman's presence would be unforgettable.

"You're so damn sexy, Harumi. So fine. How do you do it?" Harumi smiled and laughed, her big gorgeous laugh with her teeth showing and tongue rolling. Matsuri loved watching the graceful movements of her friend's body, like a swan, a beautiful animal. The muscles worked and flexed in glistening sweat and Matsuri felt so turned on and horny. Harumi was gorgeous; at the arcade, the mall, lunch at school, she wanted to cry at the fact that this girl was right next to her at that moment.

"Fashion, babe. Ancient gyaru secret."

"Well, my gyaru friend," said Matsuri as she lifted Harumi's chin with her elegant fingers, "I really like you, and I want to know everything about you." Harumi blushed, "Am I that unreadable? What more do you you want to know about me?" She looked away, acting coy. "It's part of what makes me love you. Your mysteriousness."

Harumi's eyes redirected to Matsuri's face. She looked, not thinking about the wild things they had done for the last two hours, but about the person in front of her again. She thought of the apartment and how lonely it was.

"You love me? Huh?" Harumi hadn't meant to blurt it out, but Matsuri's eyes showed white, absolutely shocked.

"Huh?"

Harumi coughed in embarrassment. "Matsuri-."

Matsuri relented, "I couldn't say anything for the longest time, but since you're naked and hugging me on my living room couch, I guess I can say that I've fallen for you." It was a lot of one day for both of them, but they had boarded this steam train together and weren't going to get off for anything.

Harumi teared up, she thought about how much that confession had meant for Matsuri to admit, "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. You're so sweet," she smiled while feeling discomfort at the position she had put her friend in. She hadn't thought about her own feelings at all, merely jumping into the sex. Yet she was asking Matsuri if she loved her.

Matsuri now peered into Harumi's eyes and asked, "Do you love me?"

Harumi showed a questioning look, then down at Matsuri's body, getting red around the face. "I think I do. I think it's become more apparent to me the more time we've spent together today. I don't know why I never thought of it before." Matsuri cupped Harumi's cheek in her hand and they held each other's heads together. It was nice to be talking to the girl she liked, nice to be in this position, thought Matsuri. "Today has happened too fast. But I won't abandon this."

"Yeah. It's been a bit much. But there's time to smooth out the edges."

They sat quietly for a long time in an embrace, and then Matsuri broke it off. She had been silently working up her courage.

"I want to go to the bedroom and do something utterly scandalous now," she admitted her friend, face totally red and scared.

"Okay," replied Harumi. They kissed softly and smiled knowingly at each other. "I'll keep going because there's no one else like you. No one else even comes close, Matsuri. I think I want to be here with you, I want to be here for you." They hugged and felt each other's bodies against each other, breathing in the smell each of them gave off from their sweat and love, neither wanting to forget it for the rest of their lives.